I splattered my heart across four pages
An open canvas,
My heart the paint.
The stitches down the middle,
Ripped open and torn,
Will never be sealed by silence.
| Ok, you have an excellent start here...now go back and build upon it and watch it grow into something special.||| Posted on 2007-08-30 00:00:00 | by ErgoIgo | [ Reply to This ] || i guess the only way to mend a broken, torn, distorted heart is to acknowledge the hurt. the pain that was inflicted on you. the sorrow that you feel because of the events that have taken place. silence, pretnding that these emotions do not exist never heals andything. you have to let it out. to speak and tell others how you feel. have an outlet where you can purge all the things bottled up inside. (phew!)|
this piece to me was about all that. about how silence is never the solution. when you're hurting you need comfort and silence never can and never will bring that.
|| Posted on 2007-03-09 00:00:00 | by moonlitsky | [ Reply to This ] || I read your description, and.. I am sorry. |
But I enjoyed your poem that was a result. It is like a tiny piece of torn beauty.
*will never be sealed by silence*
I guess that is the most troubling line for me. Most disturbing. I am not even sure I understand what it means..
|| Posted on 2007-03-09 00:00:00 | by slickviper097 | [ Reply to This ] |